I’ve been pondering the future. I like planning and goals. The way opens before me into a bright and shiny new year.
But I’ve had a hard time coming up with any resolutions, or any enthusiasm for coming up with resolutions.
I’m certainly not going to lose weight this year. <titter>
After all the Christmas shenanigans, I’m just content to try and take back up from where we were in about mid-October. Headed in a good direction, working out the kinks, purposeful, meaningful, good, manageable.
But I love making resolutions, it’s in my very nature, so I finally managed… one.
I resolve to be more methodical.
I am very methodical. Some of the time.
Thanks to Flylady, my minimum level of methodical-ism is greatly increased since my pre-Flylady days. Thanks to Flylady, I always shower first thing in the morning and make the bed, and we always do dishes. Always. (Did I just jinx myself by using an absolute? Will tomorrow bring a sinkful of dirty dishes that gets left behind?)
It’s that minimum level I’d like to increase this year. (Perhaps I foresee that I’m going to spend large chunks of the year operating at minimum level).
Maybe I could aim to increase the minimum level to include decent meals. And a well-stocked pantry. Or a clean bathroom. I’d like to be able to attach the word “always” to some of those things.
Perhaps it’s a matter of semantics and I should change the resolution to I resolve to BECOME more methodical. A purposeful, complete change vs. a goal.